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go get da money - big homiie g lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(king osama doped up)
(lala on the beat)
ha, woo, yeah, hmm
let’s turn the streets back up, make the trenches great again
ha

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i catch my opps, spin on that block, i put my switch on them and leave
i made twenty thousand off the dice, i gave my big homie a g
man, my lil’ n*gga steppin’. shootin’ sh*t like new year’s eve
a p*ssy n*gga actin’ like he street, that’s one of my pet peeves
headshot, pew, pew, pew, i’m tryna hit him in his den
pull up to the funeral and chop it, make the grievers grievе
i got rich off rap, but really i came up off servin’ fiеnds
put two and a half on that boy, i call that n*gga charlie sheen (ha)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (woo, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo, ha)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
i know n*ggas wanna k!ll me, that’s i’m strapped in every city (yeah, baow)
he might get that b*tch today, but i just nutted on her titties
i got guns big as my son, man, this clip here hold a sixty (baow)
i just bp’d my suburban, level six, copped me a fifty (skrrt)
i ain’t tryna wrestle with you, look on my face, tell you i’m with it
a lot of switches, a lot of chops and glocks when i move through the city (baow, baow)
ain’t no n*gga done me none yet (nah) ’cause they know what gon’ come with it
buyin’ all these fake*ass diamonds in your songs, you need to quit it
f*ck with n*ggas like fatt fox and sk!lla baby ’cause they authentic (authentic)
if it’s money to be made, well, i’m in it, i’ma get it (p*ssy)
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga? (woah)
if it’s money to be made, well, i’m in it, i’ma get it
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (woo, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo, ha)

[verse 3: moneybagg yo]
ayy, go get the money, the mucho dinero (go)
jumped off the porch like i’m eddie guerrero
just got a bunch of lows, n*gga, i been slingin’ elbows (uh, ps)
the money come ‘fore anything, wake up, get the bag, can’t get nothin’ sleepin’ (get up)
how many times do i gotta preach? (huh?) get off your ass and get on your feet (go)
back in l.a., they got a bag for me, i turn up your strand and weed
first, you gotta follow to learn how to lead, foot soldier, then turn to a king (speak)
i only know one big homie, that’s g, i’m genuinely f*ckin’ with sk!lla (my n*gga)
i’m findin’ that ‘za (skrrt), straight off the lot, ’til i pull off in the demon (go)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
ha, go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (woo, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo)
go get the money (phew, woo), go get the money (phew, woo, ha)

[outro: sk!lla baby]
ha

- big homiie g lyrics

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